Leaning heavily on the rails of the pen, Koppig squints at the pair of unclaimed oxen. With a crooked grin that displays stained and rotten teeth, he throws the twig he had been using to pick his teeth at the nearest one.
"Yous is not for listenings Pig," he says with a grunt. "Is not need for be scary, Pig not can eatering yous."
Wiping his dripping nose with the back of a broad hand, Koppig returns to his tale.
"Pig is find new home Hlint," he says, casting gaze around darkening town. "Is meet manies for need strong smashering. Is even can sleepings in-in."
With this he grabs the long handle of a well-used maul leaning beside him. Swinging it lazily over the fence towards the cowering oxen, laughing with a snort.
Sweeping the maul head low along the ground inside of the pen, he says "Pig is smashings lot littles like this. Them littles get broken. Pig is for learn smash manies."
With a thump that buries the head of the maul deep into the pen's soil, he ceases his clumsy swings. A gurgling belch sends a breeze of fetid air towards the near-panicing animals.
"Pig get lot shinies," he says with a swaying nod of his oversized head, "then buy yous for eatering."
With that he lumbers off towards the heart of Hlint, trailing the maul behind him along the dusty path.